Ordinary

At your altar I will pray, you're the sculpture on the clay.
Oh my might, something so heavenly, higher than ecstasy.
Whenever you're next to me, oh my might,
We're using black and white until I saw your light.
I thought you had to die to find something so out of the ordinary.
How would you lay me down, do we dead and buried?
I'm on the edge of your knife, staying drunk on your vine.